“We sourced the paint livery from the original makers. We painted her sky blue, just like you asked, but it just didn’t cover up the, the…”

“That’s what we did, Sol.”

“And she never had a red wheel – never!”

I sighed, faked my ‘I’m sorry’ shrug and turned away. The captain’s daughter had been torn to pieces on Dixie’s maiden voyage, her skirt caught up in the paddle steamer’s big wheel. It seemed like the old girl didn’t want anyone to forget. A red-painted wheel was her way of honouring Ruby – my great-grandmother.